Daydreaming Các Bài Viết

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The Dora the Explorer hiển thị is gone for a thêm youthful group of onlookers, from six to ten years of age, in spite of the fact that kids that are four hoặc five years of age likewise appear to appreciate the appear. Dora talks both English and Spanish, and helps viewers take in the utilization of basic words in Spanish, so it's not exceptional to see youthful viewers of the link who can comprehend fundamental Spanish words, and some of them are even ready to utilize full basic sentences accurately!

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I dream of floating away on a đám mây I dream of catching a falling star I dream of my prince charming I dream of how I'll save him from the dragon I dream of cows on the moon And màu hồng, hồng grass

I dream of old ladies knitting socks I dream the twelve Olympians are real I dream I'll meet them someday I dream of vast sugar cane fields I dream of a giường of hoa hồng And how prickly that must be

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David: My dreams are a cruel joke. They taunt me. Even in my dreams I'm an idiot... who knows he's about to wake up to reality. If I could only avoid sleep. But I can't. I try to tell myself what to dream. I try to dream that I am flying. Something free. It never works...

Brian: Just remember, the sweet is never as sweet without the sour, and I know the sour.

Rebecca Dearborn: Most of us live our whole lives... without any real adventure to call our own.

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“All I’ve ever done is dream. That, and only that, has been the meaning of my existence. The only thing I’ve ever really cared about is my inner life. My greatest griefs faded to nothing the moment I opened the window onto my inner self and Mất tích myself in watching. I never tried to be anything other than a dreamer. I never paid any attention to people who told me to go out and live. I belonged always to whatever was far from me and to whatever I could never be. Anything that was not mine, however base, always seemed to be full of poetry. The only thing I ever loved was pure...

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I saw her today, Halfway from her land, A shadow. Her skirts gathered up in her hands. She wept and her hair, My reflection it swept. Tears down her cheeks, She says "Find me a way, Oh, find me a way to wake! My dream is too real, and its pulling me down, And I don't know which way to take!"

I saw her again, far from her land, Her sobs are too loud, She screams. "It eats me alive, And I cannot turn back,